Prologue
As Long As You Love Me…. We all sang in
harmony…. I don’t care who you are, where your from, what you did, as long as
you love me…. “Brian! Brian!, Are you okay?, What happened, Talk to me?” The music had stopped, but I could still hear
it ringing in my ears, or maybe it was the rising sound of an ambulance. I looked up and realized that Brian was out,
cold. I ran over to him, along with A.J.
who obviously just realized Brian had passed out, too. We were shoved aside as two men ran out of
the ambulance with a gurney, and hauled Brian onto it, gently, with the help of
Kevin.
“Stop it Nick!” Kevin’s tone was harsh, and I stopped cussing
realizing that what was meant to be heard by only me, was clearly heard by
every other person in the hospital’s waiting room. Howie came and sat next to me, just in time
to see a doctor come out into the waiting room, and address us as Brian
Littrell’s party.
We stared waiting for him to explain what was
going on, the anticipation was nearly killing me, and letting my anger get the
best of me, I stood up and practically yelled. “Get on with it already!” Kevin yanked me back in a chair and narrowed
his eyes at me, and with that being said and done I shut my mouth.
“We found the bullet that was clearly shot at
Brian during the concert, it is lodged near Brian’s heart, on the right side of
his chest. To start off we need someone
who matches Brian’s blood type to be his blood donor, due to the great deal of
blood lost. And if all goes well, we
would like to have him go through surgery to remove the bullet, and having
surgery is not really an option, at this point.
If someone could please contact Brian’s family as soon as possible,
we’ll start out seeing who matches Brian’s blood type. Might any of you be a
relative to Brian?”
Kevin stood up, “I’m his cousin, is there
anyway I could be his donor?“
“We can have you go back and see, the doctor
answered, sending Kevin off with a nurse.
Is there any one else?”
“No, Howie answered, but is it possible that
we could see if we match his blood?”
“ Sure but we need a close relative to try
first, if you understand, the doctor said directly.”
“We do,” the three of us, Howie, me and A.J.,
answered in unison.
Hours later, we sat with Brian’s crying
mother, Jackie, And his worrying father, Harold and brother, Harry.
“Well there is one match, the doctor said, as
he stood before us, everyone in the room anxious, by this point. Nick Carter?
He asked.”
I
stood up, my eyes I’m sure were nearly oozing out of my head, and my body took
on the posture of complete surprise.
Jackie stood up and gave me a hug, I actually think she was happy that I
had the chance to do this, to return all the favors Brian had done for me.
Two weeks later, Brian was still in the
hospital, there was no bad reactions to the blood transfer in his body, and
although he had survived the surgery, he laid resting…in a coma,
afterwards. The doctors were once again
telling Jackie and Harold to prepare his funeral plans.
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